My Ex, My Majority

Chapters:

Riko was my ex boyfriend, but now I don't know what you would call
him now. After we broke up, we didn't talk much for a few months.
Then recently, or the last three or four months to be exact we have
spent more time together. He even started to come over once or two
times a week that is almost as much as we were together, but the
thing that I forgot to mention was I kind of been dating another
guy on the side. Johnson, he is average, nothing special about him.
Some days I wonder why I lead two men on. My mind tells me it is
because I want someone on the side until Rico came to his senses
and we can continue where we left off. Today is another day, a day
of work, and cleaning up the house. Ever since I dropped out from
high school two years back, I have been regretting it ever since. I
constantly stare at the clock, waiting for eight, that indicated
Rico was off work and off to see me. He always saw me on Friday
nights, because even he admitted I was defiantly the most fun, girl
he ever had. I did have a history of getting into fights because of
my drinking; I often had the party at my place. Now I have calmed
down a bit because I just don't have the time, or money to party as
much as I want. Eight approached, when I saw the handsome hunk
walking up the path, staring right at me. He looked so perfect, in
his suit, his black, combed back hair, sexy brown eyes, and a baby
face any woman would dream for. My mind flashed back to Johnson.
Your average appearance, brown eyed, freckled, short boy. He wasn't
Riko and he never would be. I focused the rest of my attention on
Riko. "You are wearing that Lizzie," he said looking at my plain
appearance. I looked at him in disbelief; I felt so stupid. I felt
like I messed up then night already. I forgot to change. "I'll go
change right now," I said. "Hurry up before I get bored and leave."
I hurried got up ran upstairs, to my closet. I quickly looked until
I found something that would work. I grabbed a black tank top and a
blue miniskirt. I rushed to the mirror, and quickly letting my hair
down, brushing it before putting it into a ponytail. I put on a bit
of makeup before going back downstairs to Riko looking through my
cupboards. "What do you say we go upstairs and watch a movie," he
said. "Alright," I said. We laid on my bed, watching whatever movie
was in the VCR. He put his arm around me. He had that pleasant
smile on his face; the same grin he has when he is about to tell me
something important. "I love you Lizzie!" I felt my body harden. He
actually said he loved me; this was the best day of my life. I got
Riko back, all the worrying, all the scheming; back stabbing I
finally had my man. For a second I felt bad because I was still
technically in a relationship with Johnson, but I quickly brushed
off that I'd break the news to him tomorrow, tell him that I want
to take a break and we should just be friends. It will be quick and
sweet. "I love you too," I whispered back, before my lips met his;
locked intertwine. I felt the room heat up, as one thing led to
another, and I was lying naked on the bed. I watched as Riko, took
his suit off, then his shirt and his pants. He too was naked. My
heart jumped a beat. I felt his hand reach for my clit, and slowly
he rubbed his two fingers deep in the hole. I could feel it get
wet, and the moaning began. I reached down and I felt my lips meet
his dick, his big dick. It was another thing I admired about him. I
let my mouth suck on it. I moved up and down, letting my tounge
make its impression. Between his moaning, his obvious pleasure, he
stopped me. I let my mouth leave his dick. Without another word,
his dick entered my vagina and I felt a new kind of pleasure. His
arse was thrusting as his hips kept on moving up and down. I let my
lips moan, and my clit enjoy. I felt that acceptance, that love he
brought me. I knew that I loved him. I always loved him. It was the
fire burning inside of me. At the end of the night we fell asleep
and I woke up everything the same as last night. Riko was lying
beside me, snoring like I remembered him. Typically man, even as
perfect as I want him to be, he still had his flaws. And I didn't
even care. At around eleven or noon he woke up, just before I had
to leave for my shift. He sat at the table. "Can I have the keys to
your place?" he asked "Why?" I asked. "So I can move your stuff in
mine," he said. "I never really liked you living in these
conditions. "Sure," I said, my heart jumped a beat. All my
hardwork, my hoping got me what I wanted. My perfect match, the
fire of soul. The rest of the day, and the rest of my life is
another story.